This is a song about "Famous"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

To get rich and famous,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

He's not famous, throws pussy fits, obviously brainless

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

If you don't get famous, get infamous,

Who knows what the

Famous for his bona,

How these fake niggas gettin so famous.

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

But one day that book will be famous